Sixteenth Sunday
after Pentecost (A—Proper 20)
September 24, 2017
Text: Matt. 20:1-16
“The
Kingdom of Heaven is like…” Well, it’s not like anything that would really
happen in the kingdoms of men. This is
where we go wrong with the parables. You
have heard it said that a parable is an earthly story with a heavenly
meaning. As I’ve told you before, that
doesn’t quite capture it. A parable is
rather a ridiculous earthly story by which we learn that the Kingdom of Heaven
turns everything on its head, upside down, the first are last, the last are
first, the Least is the greatest, the greatest are the least. The rich go away empty and the hungry are
filled with good things. The despised
and weak and foolish are the instruments of God. The mighty are cast down from their
thrones. Those who work hard and bear
the heat of the day get no more than those who work very little, and those who
work very little get no less than those who have labored for hours. They all receive of the Master’s
generosity. By grace. Which is, by definition, unearned,
undeserved. The Master’s treatment of
His workers isn’t fair by any earthly standard.
The Union would strike. The media
would breathlessly cover the scandal.
Congress would pass legislation.
We’d all agonize and argue about it endlessly. And God says, “my thoughts are not your
thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts”
(Is. 55:8-9; ESV). We always think we’d
make a better god than God. Beloved in
the Lord, repent.
When
it comes to the Kingdom of Heaven, the point isn’t how long and hard you’ve
worked, but that you’ve been called into it.
By grace. This is what the
laborers who worked all day missed about the Master’s generosity. They, too, were standing by the roadside
unemployed and penniless. And the Master
sought them, came to them, found them, called them into His vineyard, gave them
to work in it and to share in His abundance.
Not content, however, to limit His generosity to those who were called
in the early hours of the day, He went out again in the third, the sixth, the
ninth, and the eleventh hours. He
sought, He found, He called those who were standing there idle, with nothing of
their own, to come into His vineyard and share in His abundance. Whether they worked all day, or only one
hour, the point is, He called them. That’s grace.
That’s God.
God
sent His Son into the world to redeem sinners, to redeem you, by His holy
precious blood, and His innocent suffering and death. In the death of Jesus Christ, the Son of God,
the Kingdom of Heaven comes to man. The
vineyard is planted, the Church. And the
Holy Spirit is sent to call sinners by the Gospel, enlighten them with His
gifts, sanctify and keep them in the vineyard, which is to say, work in them to
will and work for His good pleasure (Phil. 2:13) and to remain in the Church
where He daily and richly forgives their sins and gives them eternal life and
salvation. The Word is the call. The preaching of the Gospel is God’s call to
come into His vineyard, to work it, and to receive of His abundance. Many of you, myself included, were blessed to
be called from the beginning of the day, when your parents and sponsors brought
to you to Holy Baptism and raised you here in the vineyard, week after week in
Divine Service and Sunday School and Catechism Class and home devotions and
prayers. God be praised for that. That is a gift. The temptation, though, is always to think of
it as a work, something that makes you special, more impressive, more Christian. This is especially a temptation for those who
plant mission congregations. I’ve heard
it many times from many Missouri Synod Lutherans: I was here from the start. My children were baptized here, confirmed
here, married here. And I intend to be buried
here. Nothing is wrong with that as it
stands. Thank God for that. It shows a great love for your congregation. My grandfather and my dad and their fellow
Lutheran patriarchs built my home Church building from the ground up with their
bare hands. I love the stories about
that, and I love that congregation, and that building will always be my
home. God-willing, our children and
grandchildren will say the same about us generations later when they sit in the
pews or sip their coffee in the fellowship hall of Augustana Lutheran Church,
Moscow, Idaho. But at some point, it
becomes a matter of pride, doesn’t it?
Rather than thanksgiving for God’s grace in calling us into the Church
in the first place? And those of us who
were baptized as little babies forget how helpless and useless we were to God
when He brought us into the vineyard.
But He called us and He brought us in by grace. And He pays us, all His riches, not because
we’ve earned them by our work, but because He is good. He is generous. He delights to give us gifts.
Others
came into the vineyard later. A friend
invited them to Church, or their grandparents brought them. Someone gave them a Bible and told them about
Jesus. Maybe that’s your story. Whether it happened when you were a child, a
teenager, middle aged, or elderly, it happened by God’s grace. It was the Holy Spirit calling you by the
Gospel. And it does happen, and I’ve
seen it myself, that the Holy Spirit calls by the Gospel and a person comes to
faith in Jesus Christ at the eleventh hour, which is to say, on their death
bed. The classic example is the thief on
the cross, to whom Jesus promised, “today
you will be with me in paradise” (Luke 23:43). He didn’t just hear the Gospel, he saw it
happen before his very eyes. And here he
was, this thief, justly dying for his crimes, while next to Him an innocent
Man, his Savior, his God, was dying for His forgiveness and eternal life. And when the thief breathed his last and died
on his cross, he opened his eyes in the heaven won for him by Jesus on His cross.
In my
case, I was a young seminary student when I met a woman, the sister of a member
of my summer vicarage congregation, who had been hospitalized with a violent
illness that turned out to be pancreatic cancer, stage 4. She asked the pastor to come, and I came
along for the ride. She had been
baptized as a child in a different denomination, but hadn’t been to Church as
an adult. She turned her back on the
faith. Now it turned out she had days to
live. And she wanted to know how it was
between her and God. Could anything be
done to save her? Even her? Even after all she’d thought and said and
done against Him? Here the sun was
setting and she stood alone on the side of the road, idle, without a good work
to her name. And the pastor, sent by God, was given to tell her the life-giving
news: Something had already been done
to save her, even her, after all she’d thought and said and done against God. Jesus
died for her. Jesus died for the
forgiveness of all her sins. And He
lives for her, and loves her, and is with her.
She is not alone. She will not
die apart from Him. He is risen from the
dead and gives her eternal life. And
then the pastor asked her, “Do you believe this?” “Yes,” she said from her hospital bed, tears
in her eyes. “Do you want me to be your
pastor?” he asked. “Yes,” she said, as
she nodded with what little strength she could muster. This was the sum of her confirmation ceremony
in the Lutheran Church. “Do you want to
receive Jesus’ body and blood in the Lord’s Supper today, the body and blood
given and shed for you, for your forgiveness and life?” the pastor asked. “Yes,” she sighed with more tears, and
cathartic relief, and even joy, from her deathbed. And so she received her first Communion. As a post-script to the story, she was soon
moved home with hospice care where Pastor and I visited her daily, several time
a day, to speak the Gospel into her ears and heart, and Pastor communed her as
long as she could swallow. Pastor was
out of town one afternoon as I visited her by myself, green seminarian that I
was. “I’ll be back this evening,” I
said. I had to teach Bible study. When I got back to the Church the phone
rang. The angels had taken her home to
Jesus. And she shines brighter than many
life-long Missouri Synod Lutherans, for she knows, and she knew before she
departed to be with Christ, that this is all by grace, all unearned, undeserved
mercy and kindness because the Lord is good.
She’ll be with us today at the Supper.
Now,
the Lord does bring us into the vineyard to work it. There are works to be done. Good works are necessary, as our confessions
remind us, but they are not necessary for salvation. Still, we are to do them. The unhappy laborers in the parable did not
understand that they weren’t earning the denarius with their work. They weren’t earning anything anymore than
those who worked the one hour. That’s
why everyone got a denarius. They didn’t
earn it. The Master gave it. Freely.
Out of His goodness. To those who
worked and to those who didn’t. Rather,
they were in the vineyard because the Master called. At whatever hour. At whatever time, whatever place. He called.
He brought them in. And yes, He
bid them work. But they were already in
the vineyard. Here we learn the order of
faith and works. Faith is God’s
gift. He brings you to faith by grace,
by His call, by the Gospel. And you have
all of the Master’s riches by grace. And
then, after all of that is true, He
gives you work to do. Love your neighbor. Provide for his needs. Give him a Bible and tell him about Jesus and
invite him to Church. Start a mission
congregation and build a Church building.
Raise your children in the faith and to be good citizens. Go to your job and do it faithfully. Vote.
Drive the speed limit. Give a big
tip to your waitress. Be generous,
because the Lord, the Master of the vineyard, is unfailingly generous to
you. Trust in Him. Have no other gods before Him. Call upon Him in every trouble, pray, praise,
and give thanks. And get to Church to
gladly hear and learn His Word. That’s
the work He’s given you to do. Don’t
keep track of it. Don’t compare your
work with that of others. You aren’t
earning anything. You’re doing what
members of the Master’s household do.
But you are a member of the
household, by grace.
That’s
finally what it’s all about. The Master
didn’t just hire you to be cheap labor.
He called you to be a member of His household! To live with Him and be His own! To inherit the vineyard! Now, here is the warning. Those who want what they have coming to them,
what they’ve earned, will get just
that. A few temporal rewards for outward
good works maybe, but no place in the house.
They will be told to depart. “Take what belongs to you and go,” the
Master says (Matt. 20:14). But here is
the comfort. Those who know they have
received what they have not earned, who know that the Master gives from His
generosity, by grace, are not told to
take what belongs to them, and they are not
told to go… They belong here, with
the Master, in His vineyard! Beloved in
the Lord, that is you! At whatever hour
of the day you were called, however hard or much you’ve worked, or not worked,
you are here. By grace. Because the Holy Spirit called you by the
Gospel of Jesus Christ, who purchased you for the Father, to be His own
child. Not because you are good or
useful or doing Him any favors. But
because He is good. And He loves
you. And here in His vineyard, in His
Church, you are home. Yes, even you. That is
what the Kingdom of Heaven is like. In
the Name of the Father, and of the Son (+), and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.